This fruit is on fire.
I set it ablaze!
Facing a liar
deep in the haze

Branches lay broken,
the ground soaked with blood.
Words left unspoken,
all sink in the mud.

The axe is left shattered,
edge wedged in the trunk.
The pieces are scattered -
the pledge of a drunk.

The roots rot in silence,
deep underground.
Tasting the iron,
not hearing a sound.